Poetry
Language Has Revealed Itself
I hold my eyelids apart,
Exposing a widened eye
To the tip of a playful flame.

Language has revealed itself to me
To be as ambition is to the lover,
As love is to the young and untested.

It will serve me, It will betray me,
A sweet, caustic substance, multiplying
Beyond the ambits of control.

It will subvert my power
With a force like a revolution
Or a curious child.
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